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The Active Zone

LECTURAS 226
Votos 5
Partes 19
Hora 1h 17m

LECTURAS 226
Votos 5
Partes 19
Hora 1h 17m

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The cold waters of the river beckoned me to their shadowy depths. You could almost hear the cries of the people who jumped before me. The wind, that is coming from the river, stings my face causing me to shed more tears. My life has done nothing but bring the people that I care about pain. The best thing to do would be to just take it. I would end my life to rid my loved ones of the shackles that I have cast over them. Holding them back from what they could truly be. My life means nothing to them or to me. Everyone is dead, everyone is gone, everything is gone. There is nothing left for me. No reason to live. These dark thoughts plagued my mind pushing me to jump, pushing me to take my life. 
  
  &quot;My life means nothing. I am worthless.&quot; I whisper to myself. 
  
  I look at the waters that beckon me. They promised me peace from this cruel world, the wind pushes me towards the edge of the guard rail. &quot;Jump.&quot; The waters whisper &quot;Jump.&quot; their chanting fills my head &quot;JUMP!!!!&quot; They scream pushing me to the edge. I'm so close, tears blur my vision slipping down my pink cheeks. I look down at my wrists the old scars that cover them begin to sting. &quot;You're useless. You are not needed in this world. Jump and let all your fears go, jump and we will give you peace.&quot; The waters hiss &quot;You can give me peace...&quot; I whisper &quot;We can take you out of the pain that you have caused by living.&quot; It hisses again, with this the wind nuges me forward closer to the edge. The water swirls under me, beckoning me into their shadowy depths. 
  
  &quot;Good Bye. It was nice while I was here.&quot; I whisper with tears running down my pink cheeks. Taking a deep breath I take the last shuffle to the lip ofthe rail.Todos los derechos reservados

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